Who wouldn't want a good girl
A soft hand
A gentle woman for a gentleman?
He said, "It's been fine so far but
After a while, I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room
But a year later he wanted something more
Something I wasn't quite prepared for
He said, "Every woman has an itch
And every nice girl secretly wants to switch."
I like how the skins look on your white hands
I'd like you to deliver one of my demands."
He said, "Every woman has an itch
And every nice girl wants to switch."
He led me in and lit the room with a hundred candles
And said, "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest
"It's just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed
"It's just breath control."
"It's just breath control."
He whispered, "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back
It's just breath control, just breath control
I saw him go pale, I saw him seize up
I felt something creep up, like a taste for this
Like a reward, a kind of love, a kind of lustmord
It was a minute, then three, then five, then ten
He wasn't coming up again
I held on for twelve
I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still
I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand
"It's just a thrill" I said
As he relaxed on the dark, dark bed
I sat aside his chest
"It's just a thrill," he said
"Just a thrill. It's just breath control
It's just breath control
Just breath control
It's just breath control
When it was over, I slipped off the skins
And drowned them in the river where we used to swim
And a year later in a shop, I was stopped by a man
He said, "I know you're looking for something that's hard to find
And I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face...
"It's just control."